"I'm growing seed in a haystack, I gave it a splash of green. It's not the sun, it's not the water, it's not the sun, it's not the water There's something more to make me alive! And I breed and I can't feel but I drop sad tears when I'm cut off.I'm a living gnat mating and flying we're two but seem one like a siamese kind of thing or if I was propped in to a mirror. And I may not even feel but I drop blood tears, I stole from beings. Cos'I'm only here for reproduction so that my coded information is passed on and on and on and I can have a glimpse at immortality"

Silence 4- Breeders

É verdade aquela pessoa que voces conheciam mudou muito, tanto que já nem a reconhecem se a virem ai plas ruas...